Wednesday, 12:06 A.M. At the Museum of Modern Art's annual Party in the Garden, wearing a Cartier timepiece that shined — either because of the elaborate lighting setup for such a small crowd, or because it was just fantastic — bright enough to need sunglasses inside. (Almost.) Also: a hoodie, which may or may not lead us to get behind those again. "Sorry for my ego," he said during what some would call a "twisted" rant. "Goddamn nobody's perfect." But on a night when everyone else was dressed to the nines, sometimes it's nice to know the most dressed-down guy in the room can still own it, at least if he's onstage. And at least until this guy comes on: